I'm damaged bad at best.

Well, these have been the best and worst few weeks of my life. The best, because of someone very special to me. And, the worst, because of someone not so special to me, and the fact that I'm a blithering idiot.

For the better part of the last month, I've been going out with someone. She's really amazing. She makes my day. Our relationship has been very good, and we get along well.

I fucked it up. A lot. Hopefully she won't (or rather, her friends won't) beat me senseless with my own amputated arms. I told her, though. I want to be honest with people, especially when they mean a lot to me. I dearly hope that we can work through this. I do. She means the world to me.

You know I wouldn't even dream of doing something like this again. It makes me physically sick to think about it. I'm sorry.